[ Blaine heard the knock but didn't answer. It wasn't the soft tap of Lydia or the harder taps or the heavy bangs of the guys who had no disregard for decibel levels. He didn't quite reach for his gun, but then it was still tucked under his arm like the security blanket it was.

Standing up and crossing the door in a few steps, the blonde opened it with a questioning look that grew surprised at the person he saw. He looked down at the handle, examining it.]

Did we suddenly get locks?

[Color him suspicious of the sudden courtesy.]